Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27
1] Spit wonder rhymer shit That blow ya brain, Kurt Cobain, that shit Who gon bring the back? The dude who spits rhymes bout dimes and pennies for thoughts Wont break for a dollar but to change rap Endulging myself in liquor and With a chick who says shes a herself We talk, our Before she go swinging Just a couple 80s who walking around dreaming Ima die is what we walk around singing Mind of ideas, who cant him out of believing Sink to the bottom, it brought up all of our When we we have to face em Bring us gold bottles F-ck it we to taste it Americas role models but were no Channing to forty we get, is probably Casey Case 27 year old legends, Devil cant to take em I em
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27 Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27
[XV - 2] Stairway to Im on my last step The 11 would lead me straight to my death And hotel room thats a mess I hope secret is kept 21 and shot for his The we do for a check 6 more can make you a legend A lot of for digestion A lot of life in question A lot of sex and less feelings Abusing these substances like step Tell me my wrongs and me my rights Be honest, the excuse is Im living my life: The devil in my Jin on Tekken, with tonic What the doctor give us for it? The No wonder we are to the night And we only free on the pages we write Fall into the darkness on a full of lights I told you fame came with a Ya life!
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27 Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club
[XV - 3] The generation where everybody is famous Blue check next to ya name or remain When get jaded cause all you do is get faded Play Gears of War and hit with all my niggas who made it Maximum Drive but only minimum You close ya eyes as soon as you get on Got homies who died at 27, not in pages Thats when I realised, is what you make it Kids want my and I tell em love it or hate it Put fame on a scale and youll be glad that you it When miracles get to elitists and sadists At 27 just praying, you here, happy Middle fingers whenever you pictures When life gives you lemons, use it to liquor Consumptions our destruction if you Theres a generation full of wild little niggas sayin
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club